So, I have to go to Red Robin tonight for a get together. For a number of amusing reasons, we’ve been keeping our destination secret from the Boy.
It’s been driving him crazy all day.
Anyway, when I got home (and let me again state that I will take “hot” in Denver over “hot” anywhere else on the planet), I was greeted with (among other things) a small ice-cream sandwich.
This turned our thoughts to having some nice cool ice cream to beat the heat, at which point I said, “leave it, we can have chocolate malts in a few minutes”.
At which point Justin’s eyes went wide and he leapt up, dancing and singing “I know where we’re goooooo-innnnngggggg.”
He was right, of course.
